Page 61 of Irresistibly Wild

“I’m waiting,” he says. “Is your pussy even wet yet?”

Soaking.“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

I don’t answer him.

Blushing under his gaze, I push my leotard’s fabric to the side and press a finger against my dripping wet slit.

“You should usetwofingers,” he says. “They won’t be as thick as my cock, of course, but one won’t get the job done at all.”

I oblige, rubbing my clit in a slow circle, watching him watch me.

Without warning, he leans forward and blows a kiss against my lower lips.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

“Nothing.” My breath hitches as he blows against me once more.

“That’s a bit of a problem, Tati.” He looks up and into my eyes. “You can’t fully unwind if your mind isn’t in the right place.”

My fingers stall, and he taps my hand, silently commanding me to keep going.

“You should think about me pulling you down from this dashboard and making you sit on my cock,” he said. “And while I’m sucking on your tits, you’re riding me and begging me to fuck you harder.”

“But—”

“They’re justthoughts,” he says, kissing my stomach. “I have those about you all the time without ever acting on them. Unfortunately…”

“Okay.” I try to envision exactly what he’s mentioned, but I can’t focus on anything else at this moment. Not when he’s rubbing his hands against my thighs and looking at me this way.

My body stills as he covers my hand with his, as he whispers, “Would you like me to help you with this?”

I nod.

“I need to hear yousay it.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“I would like you to help me come.”

“Good girl.” He pushes my fingers out of the way and grips my hips.

Leaning forward, he presses his mouth against my pussy, swallowing my soaking wet clit between his lips.

I moan as he tastes me and I press my palms against the roof.

He slides two thick fingers deep inside me between his torturous kisses, pushing me into a realm of pleasure I’ve never felt before.

My nails scratch the panel above us, and I tilt my head back as he whispers, “You taste so fucking good…”

“Travis…” My pussy is throbbing against his mouth. “Travis, slow down…”

He doesn’t adjust his rhythm at all.

Instead, he hums against me, making this unfamiliar pleasure even more intense.

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